Summary

John and Sherlock have been dating and living together all through the past two years of University. One night John goes out with friends and Sherlock stays home to study.Sherlock remembered going out for a walk to clear his mind and running into Victor Trevor. But the rest of night was a burr until he woke the next day at Mycroft's and John was no longer speaking to him.

A story in which Sherlock makes a small bad decision that snowballs into John leaving.

Summary

Sherlock's visit to Eurus makes him realize something about john. he can't handle the emotional turmoil so he gets drunk to forget.*****“what happened? What did she do?” john said when no more explanation came his way. “she smiled.” Sherlock said suddenly very sadly.“okaaaay?”“and then I smiled. “ sherlock said with the same somber tone staring at the ceiling.“then I saw my reflection on the window… I looked like her. “

Summary

While John is busy serial dating, Sherlock takes up with his Mind Palace alter. Neither his own guilt nor his real life flatmate's increased exploits can overpower his desperate need for connection with the object of his affection - even if that connection is all in his imagination. Until one evening, when another failed date finds John returning sooner than expected...

Summary

Both chapters contain the complete story, but with different covers because I just couldn't decide between two ideas. Download whichever one you like better :-D

Author's original summary:

In 1991, John Heinrich Watson came home from Operation Desert Storm and picked up his old life in Milwaukee, Wisconsin ... if you could call it a life. But a chance meeting at the Lakefront led to a visit to the Medical College, where he met a displaced Chicagoan who turned his life upside-down.

Summary

John Watson's career as an Army Doctor plummeted when allegations of his sexual misconduct and scandal flooded his unit. After being shot as retribution he turned to a life of murder and assassination for hire. It's when a plump lipped curly haired man tracked him down to a snowy deserted road in France does John's way of life shift for better or worse....

Summary

当你的男朋友某天没有告诉你他要去哪里，甚至有勇气撒谎的时候，你就不能责怪另一个对他男朋友在做什么起了疑心的人。于是约翰制定了一个计划……————————————————When your boyfriend doesn't tell you the truth where he was going on a certain day and even had the guts to lie; You couldn't blame a man if he suddenly gets suspicious on what's his boyfriend was doing.So John makes a plan.……

Summary

A podfic of ChrisCalledMeSweetie's work, a winning bid for the Fandom Trumps Hate auction! Reader's note: Thank you to CCMS for your infinite patience with the delay on your story. It's a littler rougher than I like but you've been waiting forever!

Summary

John had planned on giving Sherlock the full Halloween experience, he somehow manages to be more throughout than he had intended.

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“Perhaps the pumpkin stabbing is therapeutical,” Sherlock admitted, placing both hands on his hips as he frowned, clearly still not satisfied with the quality of the finished product. “But are we really required to go to this tedious party wearing ridiculous disguises?”

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This is the TREAT part of the two different standalone fics that make up my Halloween series Trick Or Treat, Obviously.

Summary

John and Sherlock encounter an enemy that defies what they used to believe was true. They found the masquerade to be the perfect setting.

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“So you believe somewhere there’s a deformed masked phantom watching us,” Sherlock asked, an eyebrow arching in false amusement as his hands gripped the fabric of John's suit more strongly at his own wording, his suspecting gaze studying their surroundings. “Ready to drop a chandelier over our heads?”

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This is the TRICK part of the two different standalone fics that make up my Halloween series Trick Or Treat, Obviously.

Summary

I have achromatopsia (I am colorblind for all colors and only see black/white/gray) and you just yelled at me for ten minutes for ruining our art class project but I'm kinda attracted to you and don't wanna argue AU...

“What is that?” Sherlock demanded disdainfully.

“Project.” John managed a tired smile as he pushed to stand.

“Clever. Now really. What IS that?”

“Our project.” His brow furrowed.

“No. Absolutely not. Your poor sense of humor not withstanding, I did think you were better than something like… This. So I’ll ask you one more time, what is THAT?”